The Hand's Ability
I don’t think you get just how powerful your hand can be
It can do so many things
From holding onto a lover’s hand
Writing down sinful things
Or maybe even sweet things
It has the grip to grasp the dreams you desire
The palm of your hand has lines of its’ own
That can say your whole story
Fingers that can feel what’s real from fake
With just two of your hands held out
Wide open
You can catch what’s fallen
All the things that fell apart
Whether from a heart
Or a broken wing
With just these hands you can make a better beginning
Don’t you get it now?
These hands
We’re given
To break
To fix
To remake
To create
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